Conor Mason

The stage pulses with energy as I stand before the cheering crowd, belting out the melodies of “NBT.” My eyes scan the front row, where she stands—my girlfriend—brimming with pride and admiration. Her gaze is my anchor amidst the concert storm, and I feel strengthened by her presence. Between the shifting shadows of the stage and the blinding light of the spotlights, I know she’s there to support me, to provide the calm amidst the chaos.